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PORKEY 

An Arkansas Razorback 

Story and Pictures 
By 

JAMES L. LOCKHART 



JUNIOR PRESS BOOKS 

albertXwh itman 

CHICAGO 

1939 






Copyright, 1939, by 
ALBERT WHITMAN & COMPANY 


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Printed in the U.S.A. 

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The author wishes to acknowledge his thanks to 
INEZ WAHL TYLER 

for her suggestions in the preparation of this story. 































Near the miry banks of the Arkansas 
River, a little razorback pig was born. It isn’t 
just right to say that Porkey was the black 
pig of the litter, for he had a long, white 
face and large pointed ears. 





Porkey’s first pigsty was a canebrake 
along the river. 

















































His mother, an old sow, was mighty proud 
of him. While nursing Porkey she often 
grunted very softly, “You are my favorite 
little razorback.” 



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Porkey grew bigger and bigger. He tagged 
after his mother through the persimmon and 
acorn woods, and soon learned to root for 
himself. 


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Every day he rooted a little farther away 
from his mother. She warned him about the 
bad woodsmen who catch little razorbacks. 
But Porkey didn’t listen. Then she said, 
“Look out or you’ll get caught and be barbe¬ 
cued and eaten.” But Porkey was very pig¬ 
headed and didn’t mind his mother. He did 
not know what she meant by barbecued. 


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One day Porkey’s mother ate a bad acorn 
which made her sick. At that time, Porkey 
was away searching for a new lob-lolly. A 
lob-lolly is a pig’s wallowing place. So when 
Porkey tried to sneak back, his mother was 
irritated and she spanked him. 


























Porkey felt very sorry for himself and 
grunted, “I won’t be a mother’s pet, nor any 
plain hog. I’ll be a great razorback.” Like 
many other little pigs, Porkey thought of run¬ 
ning away. He had always hankered to see 
the other side of the great hills that bordered 
the river. 


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Porkey rooted farther and farther into the 
brushwood, and on into the deep dark forest. 
He ran this way and that. Then he rested, 
and he ran some more. 



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At last bad Porkey was so tired that he 
sat down by a big stump and sulked. The 
trees were whoppers—about a mile high, or 
so they seemed to Porkey. 


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Porkey was lost. He was scared, and hun¬ 
gry, too. The red ground was rocky and hard. 
“If only the dirt were mushy and soft like my 
lob-lolly along the river,” said Porkey sadly. 






























Porkey pined in the twilight for his kin¬ 
folk. He didn’t even see the boy who was 
standing behind him holding a sack. But 
when he felt the sack all around him, Porkey 
was truly a pig in a poke. The boy was in 
the woods after nuts, but decided that he 
would rather have Porkey than nuts. 


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After looking at Porkey the boy said, “Nev¬ 
er have I seen such a funny pig, such a long 
snout and such a sharp razorback.” Porkey 
didn’t know he was any different from any 
other pig. The boy was very proud of his 
catch and he said to Porkey, “The whole 
town shall see you, my funny pig.” 


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The court house square was chock-full of 
folks when the boy appeared with Porkey. 
The students were gathered for a “pep” meet¬ 
ing for the coming football game. Every¬ 
body swarmed around the boy to look at the 
pig. A little girl with pig-tailed hair squealed 
when she saw him. 




































































Then the butcher came to look. When he 
saw Porkey, he was only mildly interested, 
“Just a few pounds of bacon,” he said. 


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Just then the University band marched 
down the street. With football in the air, ev¬ 
erybody forgot the little pig. Folks turned 
away to watch the “pep” parade. 







Somebody said, “Why, he can kick a pig¬ 
skin sixty yards.” “Whew,” said Porkey, 
plumb frightened. He didn’t want to be 
kicked sixty yards. How should he know 
that a pigskin is a football? 





The boy who caught Porkey was a fresh¬ 
man at the University and he had to wear a 
green cap. So he dressed Porkey up and gave 
him a green cap. 


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Then he took him for a walk on the 
campus. Porkey felt quite out of place and 
quite unhappy about the whole affair. 


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At last it was the day of the big Home¬ 
coming football game. It was truly a great 
day in the town. Flags and pennants filled 
the air and people came from far and near 
to see the game. Beautiful girls, moun¬ 
taineers, former students—all filed into the 
stadium. Bands and players were on the 
field. 


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Boldly some of the older students took 
Porkey from his master. 


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They took off his green cap and shaved 
off all his hair and bristles. Then they 
greased him from head to foot with lard. 


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Porkey was mortified! 


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When the first half of the game was over 
they took Porkey on to the field. Some of 
the freshmen were ordered to catch the little 
greased pig. Porkey ran in, out, around and 
around. Freshmen tumbled all over the field. 
Everybody except Porkey’s master laughed 
to see the sport. 


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Nobody could hold greasy Porkey. Now 
poor Porkey was indeed sad and how he 
wished for his peaceful lob-lolly. 


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When the second half of the game was al¬ 
most ready to start Porkey was still running 
around the gridiron. By this time Porkey was 
beginning to enjoy himself. It was like the 
games he used to play with his brothers and 
sisters. The rival teams ran on to the field. 


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The players saw Porkey and one of them 
yelled, “I’ll tackle the ham.” Then his team¬ 
mates tried to catch the greased pig. They 
chased Porkey in every direction. Porkey ran 
about like greased lightning. Now it was time 
for the game to resume. But Porkey was still 
on the field. 


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Porkey’s master called “Soo-ee, Soo-ee,” 
and went onto the field with Porkey’s green 
cap. 


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Porkey recognized his master’s voice and 
was quite willing to leave the field with him. 



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Porkey’s team played as hard and as furi¬ 
ously as it could and won the game. What a 
day for the University. Porkey was called 
the lucky mascot and was credited with the 
victory. 


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The cheering section roared, “RAH, 
RAH, RAH FOR PORKEY.” The crowd 
all jumped up and down with joy. Throw¬ 
ing their caps high into the air, they yelled: 

Whoo—Porkey! 

Whoo—Pigs! 

Whoo—Pigs! 
R-A-Z-O-R-B-A-C-K-S! 

Everybody hailed Porkey the hero of the 
day. But Porkey was unhappy now. His 
game was over and he didn’t want to be a 
hero. He longed for his kinfolk and his 
peaceful lob-lolly down by the river. But 
the students were happy and they elected 
Porkey as their regular mascot. 


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And this is how the razorback pig became 
the emblem of spirit at the University. 



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